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Tim McGraw Reveals Adorable Throwback Photo, Sends Emotional Happy Birthday Message to His Mom

Tim McGraw wished his mother, Betty, a happy birthday, Wednesday, tweeting a throwback photo of the two of them from a much earlier time.

Tim McGraw is hugging his beloved mother in the photo. In his social media post, McGraw said:

“Happy birthday to this remarkable woman, my mom. She raised 3 kids in tough times (emotionally and physically) She did it with grace, wisdom and most of all fierce protection of her babies She is a hero in our book We love you mama.”

Tim McGraw is the oldest. He also has two younger sisters.

Tim McGraw And His Life Story Are Huge Part of His Country Persona

Tim McGraw’s mother got pregnant when she was a senior in high school. She met a young pro baseball player who lived in her apartment complex. They were together only once. Betty’s family sent her to Louisiana to have the baby. When Tim was born, he thought his father was his mother’s husband, Horace Smith. When he was about 11 or 12, he was rummaging through his mother’s closet. He said he found his birth certificate tucked away in a box. That’s when he discovered his father was baseball star Tug McGraw. The two started having a father-son relationship when Tim was in high school. Tug McGraw died of a brain tumor in 2004.

Tim McGraw often speaks of his mother. The two enjoy a close relationship. Last May, he released the single “I Called Mama.” He dedicated it to Betty. He didn’t write the song. Those honors go to Marv Green, Lance Miller, and Jimmy Yeary.  However, the cover art for the single was of McGraw’s mother. It’s a photo of when she was a senior in high school, just before she became pregnant with her only son.

When Tim McGraw was doing publicity for the song, he talked of one of his main memories of his mother.

“I can remember … her working three jobs, probably, just to try to keep the basics in line,” McGraw said. “I mean, she made no money, really. But I can remember … walking through the kitchen one night, getting up late, and I was, I don’t know how old — I was, 10, 11, 12 years old, something like that. And she had her head down on the table at, like, two in the morning with bills everywhere.

“And she was crying, and she didn’t see me. I’ve told her that story before. And she didn’t remember because she didn’t see me. But, like I said, for her, that was probably a hundred different nights I didn’t know about. … That’s something that really resonates with me and sticks out with me.”